August 26, 2014
Keep Writing
When you compose an email in Yahoo, and then click it closed without sending it, the software gives you three options: save, delete, and keep writing.
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August 26, 2014
Recycle bin reckoning
Don’t judge me by my recycle bin.
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August 22, 2014
And with that, I’m going to bed.
I just spent an hour writing an insanely long post that is so damn inflammatory that I don’t think I can post it. I mean, yeah, I’ve already spouted off about finding my voice and standing up…but this one, I think, goes a little too far.
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August 12, 2014
All I can do
Ferguson burns. Tear gas and rubber bullets and hate. The rest of the county is on edge, because it hits a little too close to home. Most of us have ties to Ferguson. We were born there, grew up there, still have family there. Many of us have ties to cops, and know how much their families worry when they have to go into unpredictable situations where nothing makes sense. Because really, what’s going on up there doesn’t make sense at all. Civic leaders and even the boy’s parents are calling for peaceful demonstrations, patience to let justice work, and yet…and yet people devolve into their most base selves, channeling groupthink and blind rage and valuing stolen candy over community, ignoring their better angels who whisper, “This. This is wrong.”
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August 10, 2014
Karma. Bitch. Yup.
This morning M and I had a conversation that involved whether or not he should wear cologne. He used to wear cologne, in college. He smelled gooood, ladies. And then, once we became an official item, he stopped wearing it. Forever. “I don’t have anyone to impress,” he’d say with a smile. In fact, he said those very words again this morning.
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August 10, 2014
Pre-Birthday Musings
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August 6, 2014
Traditions
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August 5, 2014
Extraordinary
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August 4, 2014
Today’s Lesson: Avoid the Market When Angry
I should know better. I should know not to go grocery shopping when I’m pissed off. I mean, it’s one thing to go grocery shopping when you’re hungry, but it’s just as bad to angrily push a cart through the store. Sam’s Club set me off, by making me wait 15 minutes in the return line only to explain that I wouldn’t get the tax back I paid because it’s tax-free weekend, and even though my receipt shows I bought these items during the regular tax season, and paid tax, their stupidass system – for this weekend only – cannot process tax either in or out. I’ll have to go back again, and presumably wait another 15 minutes, to get all the money back I paid. (Yo, Sam’s Club…figure out what Target is doing and freakin’ replicate it. It’s obviously not that hard.)
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August 3, 2014
Track. Good, good track
It works! It’s aliiiiiiive! (Use your best Frankenstein voice.)
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